I look in the mirror./What do I see?/Me!/I see the many/parts of me. . . .I see two eyebrows above my eyes. . . .A nose to smell a rose. . . .Below, I see a mouth/to talk with and to shout, . . .I see my head, on which I wear/the covering that's my hair. . . .Two legs. . .two arms. . .I also see the middle of me./That's the part called by body."" (Coyly, this part is pictured from the rear, in the mirror, and from the side, in the flesh). And so in easy-going semi-rhyme, backed up by streaked-over mirror views of appropriately bland and ordinary children, Hazen registers the obvious. She ends, ""I look in the mirror,/what do I see?/One-of-a-kind,/special me."" Had she offered any evidence, the picture might be sharper.